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Chapter 100

Am I seriously injured? Will I be able to move?These thoughts crossed my mind as I stared up at the ceiling of the Lincoln Memorial. I gasped, trying to replace the air that had just been knocked out of me. Slowly I sat up. The groan I let out at least let everyone know I was still alive. And seemed to startle the schoolkids.

Everyone around me was frantically dialing 911 on their cell phones. A woman herded the schoolkids away from me as if getting your ass kicked was contagious.

I spotted Bobby loping away from the memorial along one side of the reflecting pool. I managed to stand up, my legs a little shaky under me. I started down the stairs as quickly as I could. Pain shot through my hip like someone jabbing me with a knitting needle. I wobbled when I made it to the ground level and tried to run. I limped along, hoping I could get control of my battered legs. Finally I was able to pick up the pace, but it was still not exactly a sprint.

The mall wasn’t too crowded. But I had to face the facts. I was hobbling after a younger man. That was stupid move number one. He was a black belt in judo. That was stupid move number two. And I couldn’t call in a dozen uniformed cops to help me. Stupid move number three.

Somehow I closed the distance on Bobby. Mainly because he didn’t bother to look behind him. He was confident he’d taken me out of action. I was pretty sure he was headed toward his car to get rid of the DVD shard. It may not have been the brightest move to show him the photo, but I’d had to get him talking.

I was almost on him. Thank you, Mary Catherine, for making me ride bikes with you so often. I managed to get a hand on his shoulder.

Bobby skidded to a stop. Once again, I was in the air without even knowing it. This time I hit the concrete path hard. I rolled to my left quickly. I had to do something to counter his judo skills. But what?

Somehow I managed again to stagger to my feet. Now my left leg had just gone numb. There was no one around us here. No one dialing 911 so the DC cops would swoop in and rescue me. I was woozy. How could I counter judo when I could hardly stand?

I turned to face Bobby, then suddenly had a strange sensation. In a split second he had stepped toward me and wrapped his hands around my throat. My air supply just stopped mid-breath. I saw stars immediately.

Damn was he strong.

The sunlight started to dim.

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